The Guardian's anguish, because of this tragic occurrence, is such that it can neither be
plumbed nor described in words. That sublime and
gloried Leaf, that precious jewel of the Kingdom,
was the one great solace of his life; she was his
glorious companion, and her disappearance, and the
separation from her, and her ascending into the
heavenly presence and court of her Lord was the
direst ordeal to be visited upon the people of Bahá.
Alas for any future time that might produce such a
calamity, when the world's eye might see its like.

2

That sacred treasure, that jewel of Heaven, was
the very sign and token of spiritual attributes and
qualities and perfections, the very model of high
honour and nobility and heavenly ways. The sufferings
she bore in the pathway of God were the
cruellest ones, the afflictions that assailed her were
the severest of all. Fortitude was the rich dress she
wore, serenity and tranquil strength were her splendid
robe, virtue and detachment, purity and
chastity, were all her jewels, and tenderness, care
and love for humankind, her beauty's bright
adornings.

3

The Guardian conveys his message of consolation
and comfort, enjoining submission and acquiescence
in this calamity, and the need for arising to
serve and to be steadfast, and to take for our model
that gem of the Abhá Paradise.